There’s a hansom coming round the corner. “This is my way back to my side of the Park,” she said. She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. Nor can we. “But if you knew anything of that—” “I did. At one moment, it seemed as if the flying bark was about to put to shore. Soon the trunk, portmanteau and hat box were ready. It is not well that a daughter should talk to her father as Ruth talked to hers that day.
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